KATEI live in Derry. I work in a pub. And I want to be voted into Parliament.

MICHAELAnd you’re a woman.I love ya.

KATEAdd it to the list.

MICHAELAnd your lists.I love ya, love ya, say it to me.

KATEIt isn’t fair. You can’t say that kind of thing.

MICHAELYou mean I can’t say it to you.

KATEAy. Who else you gonna say it to?

MICHAELI love ya.

KATEI should be getting back to work.

MICHAELAt 4 o’clock in the morning?

KATESoon enough. Another campaign brewing. And I gotta get with Hal. Not that he can do a damn thing.

MICHAELCan’t he?

KATEHe’s nobody. But he’s our nobody and he can get us to Colum.

MICHAELColum?

KATESince when do you care?

MICHAELI care that you’re trying to get to some militant who might pack a better stomach than me.

KATEAy he does.His stomach packs six or more.

MICHAELThanks.

KATEIs that a touch of jealousy?

MICHAELWhat are you gonna do with the sod when you get your hands on him?

KATEFirst I’ll communicate.Then we’ll negotiate.Maybe then I’ll show him my assets.And then, and only then, I’ll……ask him to stop bombing on election day.

MICHAELHal can’t do that?

KATENot unless some UDF fucks assassinate Colum and Hal moves up in rank.

MICHAELIt’s a mistake to be lying down with dogs, Kate. I’ve seen it before.

KATEOh have ya. When was that?

MICHAELAncient history. It ends badly.

KATEHistory doesn’t always repeat, Michael.

MICHAELSay my name again.

KATEMichael.

MICHAELIt sounds different when you say it.

KATEFecking romantic.

MICHAELHere you are – holding on for dear life to someone you can’t have.

KATEWho says I can’t have ya?

MICHAELNone other than you.

KATEWell I can’t.

MICHAELI know it.

KATEI can’t.

MICHAELI’d make an honest woman of ya.

KATEI want to but I can’t so.

MICHAELAy.

KATENo one can know.

MICHAELNo one can know.But wouldn’t it be nice, Kate?Wouldn’t it be grand?A brand new IrelandWhere a lad can love a lassWhere a Protestant says I love yaAnd the Cath’lic loves him backThey shack up somewhereIn a little two-room flatAnd they don’t know what it means to live in sin.And in a brand new IrelandThat sinning, Cath’lic, brilliant, lovely lassWould run for President

KATEAnd win.Not that I could. There’s no president in Norn Iron.

MICHAELPretend.

KATEThere’s religion. No families.

MICHAELNo politics at all.

KATENo empires.

MICHAELAll alone.

KATESilence.We’ll pretend that we’re the only ones on earthAnd the streets are bare.All is quiet.We can go out in the world without a care.No one’s there to see.

BOTHSo pretend that we’re the only ones on earth.It’s just you and meOn an island.And the troubles melt away just like the dawn.All gone.

MICHAELNothing.

KATENothing.

MICHAELSilence.

KATESilence.

MICHAELAll alone

KATENo one knows.

MICHAELJust you.

KATEJust meLaughing

MICHAELFighting

KATEKissing

MICHAELKissing

KATELying here

MICHAELWith you near

KATEAlways

MICHAELAlways

BOTHHome.

MICHAELAnd it feels like we’re the only ones on earth.

KATEAnd it feels like we’re the only ones on earth.

MICHAELFor a little while

BOTHIn the moonlight.But a new day never dawnsWhen night comes to an end.And so, we knowIt’s all pretend.

MICHAELPromise me. Promise me that no matter how we fight, no matter what happens here. Promise me you know I love you. That’s the truth.

KATEIt’s hard to miss, Michael. It’s not like you’re the strong silent type.

MICHAELPromise, Kate.

KATEPromise.My name sounds different when you say it too.

MICHAELNo it doesn’t.

KATEThe A’s all different.

MICHAELKate.

KATEMmm. Hearing things, I suppose. I gotta shove off.

MICHAELDon’t go.

KATEWork.

MICHAELHow many mornings like this do you get?

KATEHow many chances do you get to change the world?

MICHAELRomantic.

KATEI’ll see you in the office.

MICHAELI’ll unbutton your blouse with my eyes.Stay.

KATE No.

MICHAEL (British accent): I have what you need. Right. I’ll be there. Straight away.